Tell me grandma one more time,
Another of your story rhymes
Of a girl from long ago,
Whose heart was as pure as snow.
Tell me how she went from poor,
To a princess all adored.
And how the prince swept her away,
Just like all the stories say.
Dearest Gran although your gone,
I believe I’ve found the one.
He doesn’t have a castle though,
Or any wealth he can show.
But he’s the man who makes me smile,
and believe me, that’s life’s worth while.
Like a fairy tale we met,
Each precious day I won’t forget.
In your stories I recall,
Life’s not so easy after all.
An evil witch, a tyrant king
Bring on pain and suffering.
We had our share and that’s for sure
True love alone can’t be our cure.
But I will fight until at last,
I hold the coveted slipper of glass.